Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.

The emotions attached to them were like sand castles in the tide, slowly washing out to sea.

Ironically, he'd yet to leave a good impression. First he'd spilled soda on her, next she'd seen him almost involved in a riot, and then this morning she'd believed him to be either lazy or an idiot.

Relationship is about forgiveness and compromise. It is about balance where one person complements each other.

What the younger generation didn't understand was that the grass was greenest where it's watered.

Based on her experience with men, most assumed that when you talked to them about a problem or dilemma, they were expected to offer an opinion, even when all you wants was for them to listen.

Love is fragile. And we're not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.